12.09.2010

Writing and reading: necessary siblings.

My fiction class this semester has been somewhat of a bust. While I hoped it would force me to spend time outside class and homework time, I find myself scrambling every Tuesday night to read and comment on the student work we're discussing that week. I haven't found time to write; time has signed itself up for a variety of other projects and priorities, most notably, the wedding planning project.

I ran into Garrett, a colleague, in the subway during my morning commute yesterday. Garrett's a poet and I knew he would understand the frustration of not writing.

"I bet you're not reading much either, are you?" he asked.

"No," I said. "Well, I'm reading a bunch of user-experience books for work..."

He made a face. And then it totally hit me. I'M NOT READING. HENCE, I'M NOT WRITING.

Garrett was totally right. You can't run a marathon without training and in writing, as in many other arts, you get out what you put in. If I'm not reading rich and wonderful fiction, how can I expect myself to write some?

Today I have a personal day from work. A little Christmas shopping, lunch with Sima, then my first wedding dress shopping this afternoon. On my way home from class last night, I bought the new Nicole Krauss novel and I can't wait to sink hours into it today.

You get out what you put in. How many times do you have to learn the same lesson before it sticks?!

2 comments:

mckay said...

how was the book? did you choose well?

kyle said...

Thanks for this post; opening a book and closing this computer right now!